Who Stole My Mother's Portrait?

My mother passed away and I fell asleep the night of the vigil. When I woke up, I found that my mother's portrait was missing. My intuition tells me that all this may be related to the mysterious woman Jiang Qiulan who appeared at the funeral. So my war began. ----- "My mother was my mother from the moment I was born. Until she lay in the coffin, her warm aura still protected me. Until this diary appeared, the seal was unlocked, and my mother's magic failed. She became a small, fragile girl like me. Her soft flesh and pink heart were exposed to my sight, and a fallen leaf could hurt her." A relaxing short story about growth, family love and self-exploration. Purpose: Love and Peace